Menel, I don't feel sorry for that Rohirrim guard at all. He got exactly what he deserved, the sneak.
Hey, y'know? This scene was never really done. Thus, therefore, ergo...
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Scene: Edoras, more namely the golden hall of Meduseld. Do not look for welcome here, as*coughburarum*
Eowyn: Wahh! Theodred, you were too young, too young! WAHH!
Grima: Oh, he must have been kill...DIED sometime in the, um, night. Speaking of marriage...
Eowyn*sniff*: We weren't speaking of it. *sob*
Grima: Oh, right...um. Too bad about your cousin being poisoned, I mean HEWN by Orcs. It must be hard, especially since your brother was banished...errrrr,
has deserted you.
Eowyn: Leave me alone you handsome...I mean, you snake!
Grima: But you
are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the dark watches of the night, when the walls of your bower seem to close in about you; a hutch to trammel some
wild thing in. How 'bout it, baby? Will you be my wild thing?
Eowyn: Your word are tempting...I mean POISON! *she flees*
Grima: Was it something I said?
*Eowyn flees the hall and gazes upon the last flying Rohirrim banner. At that moment, the wind chooses to rip it from its pole and send it fluttering beyond the wall. To Eowyn's consternation, it does the same to her outer dress. She flees screaming back into the hall*
*At that moment, strange visitors ride to Edoras. The man in the rear pauses to watch a banner flutter out of the sky and lay on the ground twitching like a dying frog. So distracted, he gets a dress in the face*
Aragorn: Hmm-mm!
*The visitors enter the city and ride towards Meduseld. The old man seems confident, the elf and dwarf are wondering about the state of affairs, and the man in the rear keeps peering around as if looking for someone*
Gimli: You'll find more cheer in a graveyard.
Leggy: And dead people.
Gandy: Thank you, Captain Obvious.
Leggy: And tombstones.
Gandy: Thank you, but I'm sure that we all...
Leggy: And ghosts. And coffins. And mausoleums. And Barrow-downers cracking jokes. But not pizza!
Gandy: Yes yes, we all knew...what?
Aragorn: Let me know if you guys see a lady running around in her underwear, will ya?
Gandy*muttering*: I'm travelling in the company of loonies...
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I guess that fits waaaay back on page three, somewhere in Theoric Windcaller's post.